02-25-2016, 06:21 PM
fall on your knees…oh hear the angel voices
He knew the moment that the air stilled, that war was upon them.
It was subtle in the dry heat of the Desert, almost unperceivable, but it was there. It was an eerie stillness of the kind that only darkness could bring. Beneath the heat and dust was the scent of war, lingering over the still air like a noxious gas. The gray kind flared his nostrils and raised his head, his eyes falling to the far borders. He could see nothing out of the ordinary, but something deep within him told him it was there; something instinctual from generations of being a prey animal. But today he was not prey; today, he was a warrior. Today, he fought for not only himself but those that he loved and cared for. The wolf at the doorstep had gotten more than just the lowly sheep- it had met another wolf.
The conversation stalled, and for a moment there was nothing. No sound, save for the steady breathing of his allies. Through the stillness came a voice, a voice he recognized from years gone past. Straia. Her voice rang across the Deserts, loud enough to hurt his ears. But instead of cowering he shook with a fury he did not know that he had. With every word from Straia’s amplified voice came a new bloodlust in him, rising in his throat like bile. He saw Wichita, saw her crumble. He knew there was nothing he could do for her in the late hour, but the thought still angered him. But then he heard of his daughters capture, and the bile caught in his throat only to be replaced by an all-consuming fear. New sweat broke out over the length of his body and he struggled to calm himself, breathing deep and hopefully steadily. She would be fine, she was a clever woman; he clung to that notion with every fiber of his being. He mustered every bit of strength in his body and called to her, not knowing the limitations of her powers, if the miles between them would interfere. He owed it to her to try, in any case.
He had just started to shout back when suddenly the air became electric. The gray king threw his head around as he searched for the source. Before he could lay eyes on the culprit the lightning had found him. A small scream left his mouth before the tendrils of electric cut it short. Before he could act, before he could move even, the world had gone black. “Topsail…” he screamed desperately from his mind, until there was nothing left but darkness.
M A S T
King of Heavens Gates